A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

was the one who picked

with windows that had a Light green wooden

comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow

round, no matter how beautiful the

His thin stature

almost given

had lived two months longer than the

glass of water and medicine in his

medicine,” Peter reminded

he had not

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

when

year, the Evans Gardon would always be

also her favorite food,”

suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia

to fumble in his

then, he stopped and

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at

call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

from him and swallowed

a nurse came

she was done, Mark looked sideways at the

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

This time, he

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

doctor had almost

still alive. He had lived two months

standing behind him with a glass of water and

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

like he had not heard

while, he murmured, “Today

twitched when he heard

of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite meat

her favorite

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How

this, he began to

he stopped and shook

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He

better not call her,” he

have to give Cecilia

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

the medicines from him and swallowed them without

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to

done, Mark

on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed

behavior was much

at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

fact, this Cecilia in his

gently stroked his

point, Mark woke

hospital room were white, just like

closed

he needed to

cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia

gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

foreign nurse

return home. He

Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which

knew he couldn’t change

up as long

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive

to stay strong and

was finding it

up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He

invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in

wanted to go

trembled

came back to the

a snowstorm on his way, so

like I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

paper planes Mark had

arranged the paper planes and

have some of your pumpkin

only actually

not more than a

in his mouth, he put down

his eyes

go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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But he could see that Mark was

before he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call from

around

at the caller ID. For

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a

broke into

boy,”

phone. It was an international call, so

voice sounded a

when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

birth to a girl that had been named

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that

a brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

emotional entanglement

sacrificed too much in the first half of his

sniffed and put

duration of the call, he never even dared to

eager to hear what had been discussed

“What happened?” he asked.

After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been named

was happy to hear this and he did a

said with

a good sign on the first day of

stroke one of

home to see Cecilia

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a glance would be

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